Serendipity slumbers as mellow and deep as a psalm,
I wish to inhibit the growth of my soul in the valley of the shadow of death
without resistance that causes it harm.
Yet, with each experience,
with each day, one has added new musical notes to his
Life’s Journey.

Tristian’s Melodious Song.

Life has rattled him hard,
His heart still throbs like a Cello,
His nerves still vibrate and thrill.
Years wore away at his pride,
And the crests of his embryonic shield,
It wore off the lines between what is fancy imagination,
Subjective and objective,
To reality so that he could know what is real.
Despite the wear and tear, the toss and turns,
Still.
He soars as the tempest hauls him strong,
He is a survivor who dances to life's tumultuous song.
He knows by heart that life is a balance of both
The pain and the joy,
The highs and the lows.
When he errs to find that balance,
He’s learned to find a way through the lightest disarray and the darkest unknowns.

There are times
when his imagination runs wild,
There are times
when he's doing the running,
other times, he tries to walk,
hitherto,
He is often restless or driftless.
He has learned to distinguish
His wants from His needs,
Like becalmed fallen leaves,
He can rest in respite to see the world for what it is.

Like a Cello playing the music of life,
Each note is a different experience,
so as quickly as it comes,
it's gone.
Each day and each new measure
is a new note stringing along.

Although one's Soul does ache,
Life is as delectable and heavenly as the fragrance of sandalwood,
and sterling as a prayer windborne.
The music of Life continues to play on.

Tristian’s Silvery Song.